15. Fifteen
Fifteen
Arne
T his time I braced myself for the uncomfortable moments of travelling the shadow realm. I suppose time passed differently there. I blinked and was on the orchardside of the high fence; I blinked again and found myself back outside of the orchard.
Breaking rules wasn’t my style—not even on the ice. I loved to break them for my gorgeous raven. The feeling of his shadowy limb stroking me was addictive.
That twenty-minute walk felt like forever, but we finally got to my car. Walking with a hard-on that wouldn’t budge because my raven said he wanted to blow me wasn’t fun.
I wanted to be back behind that tree, brave enough to get head from my teammate. My dick loved the idea.
What if he changes his mind by the time we get to my place?
I’d understand, of course. Always. Max’s safety and wellbeing were my top concern.
Yet cheating myself out of a blowjob when I’d been dreaming about this for weeks didn’t sound like a good time.
“Still want to come back to my place?” I asked when we’d settled into the seats.
Max’s hand sneaked over the middle console and gripped my thigh. Way too high up.
A fresh surge of blood rushed into my cock when he held my eyes and squeezed my bulge next.
“Oh yeah.” With one last kneading stroke, he let go and busied himself with the sound system.
I had no idea how I got us back to Veitsreuth and my parking spot, or how we made it up to my apartment. I let us in the door, and we took our coats and boots off. When I turned, Max was all up in my space. He gripped my chin and brought his mouth close. Only a tiny peck landed on my lips.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
I led him into the bright, airy space. My beautiful Raven. It looked like I had invited a piece of the night into my life.
I returned to his side once I’d closed the curtains.
“Your trousers are dirty. Better take them off before you lie down.”
I checked and sure enough, mud splattered my trouser legs.
“Yes.” I hurried to obey, feeling only a little awkward to strip for him.
You should be used to this! You do that almost every day.
But being in a dressing room full of other guys felt different. His eyes took me in hungrily, roaming my body from head to toe. With a little emphasis on my hard dick.
“God, Viking. I’ve seen you a hundred times, but it never gets old.” Max gave me a bashful grin. “Lie on the bed for me.”
It was the encouragement I needed.
I sat down on the mattress and reclined on the cushions, stretching out my body for him.
His throat bobbed.
“Can I join you?”
“Yeah,” I rasped, my voice at least as hoarse as his.
Holy shit.
He took his trousers off, too. Dried mud dotted them almost up to the knees. That didn’t mean I was prepared for Max getting half naked in my bedroom. Or for his bumpy dick bulging in his black boxers.
It never gets old? Damn right, it doesn’t.
Without speaking and because I had no fucking idea how to say aloud the things I wanted him to do, I gripped my shirt and struggled it up over my head.
This is a point of no return.
But I knew I wanted everything he was prepared to give me. Max’s eyes darkened with lust, shadows swirling in them.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss over my heart, then another and another, mapping the curve of my pec until he reached my nipple.
I groaned when he gently sucked it between his lips before using his teeth on me.
“Good?” Max murmured, shooting me a glance from under his long, dark lashes.
“You have no idea, Raven.”
“Perhaps you want to show me later.” His teasing smirk should be illegal. “Now hush and let me give my mouth something to do.”
I cursed when he worked his way lower, nuzzling the hair on my chest. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I gulped, my dick so hard I feared for my ability to hold out.
“How about this?” Max rubbed his cheek over my happy trail.
“Uh-huh. That’s great, actually.”
“Viking?”
“Raven?”
“It’s time for me to show you something else.” He paused with both hands on my hips.
“Like what?” I asked stupidly, as if I didn’t have a clue what he meant.
“Like how good it feels to have my mouth around your cock.”
“Oh fuck.” I closed my eyes, sending a silent prayer to the heavens. “I should say no but, God, Max.” Cupping the side of his head in my palm, I brushed his curls off his elegant brow. “How can I possibly say no?” My voice dropped to a whisper.
Max’s fingers dug into my flesh, and I let out a little whimper. So embarrassing.
Without another word, he dragged my boxers down my legs.
Holy fucking shit.
My rock hard dick slapped my skin, making us both groan.
“Still sure, Viking?”
“One hundred percent.”
Max fisted my length and surveyed me for a heartbeat, not even giving my head enough time to wrap itself around the fact that Max Gruber had his hand on my cock, then fucking deep-throated me.
I whimpered again and felt him moan around me.
Pulling off, he let me feel the flat of his tongue all the way up to the head. “God, Viking, I don’t know what’s hotter: your taste or the little sounds you make.” He lapped at my slit, licking the pooling drops of my precum away. “I love it when you whimper for me, Princess.”
Okay .
I had not expected that nickname to affect me so much. Thighs trembling, I bucked my hips up, needing his mouth back on my cock.
Max hummed. “You want to fuck my face, Princess?
“God, yes.”
“Do your worst, then. And don’t hold back. I can take it.” He shot me a little wink while licking another drop of precum off my leaking dick. It took all my self-control and mental strength not to come straight away. “And let me hear you whimper for me.”
With that, he sank down on my cock until his nose pressed into my groin. I let loose.
He gagged and slurped and choked on my cock as I fucked his mouth like a man possessed.
Just like he’d told me to, I held nothing back. It took me about five seconds to get over the little whining sobs and moans that escaped me every time he swallowed and his throat closed around my head.
“Oh my God, Max,” I whimpered as the climax that had been building at the base of my spine crashed into me. Gripping fistfuls of his glossy black curls, I held his head in place and thrust once, twice, up into his mouth’s warm embrace. I came with an almost inhuman growl, feeling so filthy and depraved when hearing him choke on my cum prolonged my orgasm.
Then my hands fell off and back onto the mattress as all the pent-up tension left my body.
“Oh my Lord,” I whispered.
“Damn it, Princess.” Max chuckled softly and sat up. “That was really fucking hot.” He half covered my body with his and brought his mouth down on mine. “I hope you liked it,” he breathed before thrusting his tongue between my lips in a kiss that made my dick twitch with interest again.
“It was great,” I sighed when he backed out of the kiss and smiled softly down at me. “So good, Raven. Thank you.”
Fully expecting him to wriggle away, I pulled him on top of me, shocked when he stayed put. Fucking elated, really, when he rested his head on my shoulder, with his face pressed into my neck.
He breathed me in.
“Max, uh, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He kissed my pulse point.
“Without trying to hint at anything, would you like to stay here? Tonight? With me?” I cringed at my own words. Way to make things awkward.
“Fall asleep together, you mean?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, burying my face in his hair.
“Listen, Princess… I’d love to stay with you. Just one thing though: we will not sleep with each other tonight.”
Wow, okay.
“I’m not ruling it out at all, God no.” He palmed my hip. “No need to rush things. We have to discuss this and make sure we’re good.”
“Okay.”
“Believe me, it’s better that way. I want to do this right, yeah?” Max raised himself up and kissed me softly on the lips.